Watercolorists Quotes & Sayings

THE ZERO SUM GAME: I have found that people whose hair is teased do not like brainteasers. By the same token, people who like brainteasers do not have teased hair. It's clear that the human cranium cannot sustain both. — Demetri Martin

Most of what we say about ourselves is a wonderful piece of storytelling. — Simon McBurney

We lose ourselves in things we love. We find ourselves there, too. — Kristin Martz

Let the music diffuse all the tension. — Nas

I want to be the only man who witnesses that look. I want it to be mine forever. — Karina Halle

If I ever meet myself,' said Zaphod, 'I'll hit myself so hard I won't know what's hit me. — Douglas Adams

A weapon needs a wielder; it should not be permitted to start its own fights."
"You are not my wielder; you are naught, a forgotten ghost, not even a memory."
"Maybe, but you are still a weapon. — Angelo Tsanatelis

I actually think being involved in the cesarean would be ... I just can't wait! — Robert Pattinson

It is darker in the woods, even in common nights, than most suppose. — Henry David Thoreau

I'm interested in ways of writing about the social world that don't assassinate the life that's in it — Les Back

Of course I live in my time, and I'm really curious. But, at the same time, I don't think it has a direct impact on my work. — Nicolas Ghesquiere

All the different classes of beings which taken together make up the universe are, in the ideas of God who knows distinctly their essential gradations, only so many ordinates of a single curve so closely united that it would be impossible to place others between any two of them, since that would imply disorder and imperfection. Thus men are linked with the animals, these with the plants and these with the fossils which in turn merge with those bodies which our senses and our imagination represent to us as absolutely inanimate. — Gottfried Leibniz

I do, said Robin in a ringing voice, looking straight into the eyes, not of her stony-faced new husband, but of the battered and bloodied man who had just sent her flowers crashing to the floor. — Robert Galbraith